Solitude: The True Companion Poem by Mohammad Younus

As the years fold into one another, a quiet wisdom settles in. With each passing season, the illusion of companionship seems to thin, revealing a truth that grows clearer with age: we are born alone. From the first breath, we enter this world with no one but ourselves to face the unknown. In the dance of life, we move through the crowd, our paths intertwining for brief moments, but the soul's journey is one that only we walk. The faces we meet, the hearts we touch, are but echoes in the vast silence of our singular existence. We live in the company of others, yet the depths of our own being remain known only to us. And when the final day comes, when the world fades into a soft, distant hum, we will leave, once again, alone. Not in sorrow, but in quiet peace—knowing that solitude is the true companion of the soul, the truest form of freedom.

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